Chapter 10: 10
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"Nfu......"
Run, and I saw Meer with a grin, and Anne tilted her neck small.
"You're in a good mood, Mia."
"Oh? Do you understand?
Even when I got back to my room, Meer was in a good mood. I was in a super mood.
Whatever, those insidious glasses......, I got Ludwig to say "smart".
- Smart... he said I was smart. Nhhhhh
I guess you say how it feels to rise to heaven at times like this. Meer's tension was unlikely to change for a while.
"Oh, yeah. We have to write in our diary so that we don't forget what happened today to remember…"
Earlier, when Meer took the diary, she dived onto the bed.
I'll let my little body bounce off my fuzzy bed, and I'll roll around. Let's roll, let's roll.
The luxury bed is made of moonlight bird feathers that gently envelop Meer's body.
Meer buttered her legs like a tickle as she nodded her face at the fluffy blanket. The skirt in the room revealed a young lady's foot, and she was dressed without a slight flaw.
"Ugh, uh-huh"
"... Mia, I don't know..."
Wherever Anne's rhetoric blows, Meer smiles in a good mood.
"Ugh, I am Her Royal Highness Princess Meer of the wise Empire, right? There's nothing wrong with that."
Uhh! Words and deeds that might seem like things like that...... but Anne was looking at Meer with eyes that looked more like smiling things.
(I'm so glad you were praised by the man who gives you your thoughts!
Anne is Anne, because of her weird misunderstanding of Meer, rather, she feels like a sister watching her sister's first love..., and she feels tender.
Wouldn't that be a good example of how difficult it is to fix a button that has been misplaced once?
Aside from that, Meer writes a new letter in her diary as she bumps her leg.
The events from making Anne an exclusive maid to today will be spelled (cont 'd) while adding some foot color.
- Oh, my God! Am I talented in poetry and plays? I can't believe I could write so much!
I wonder how happy I was. Meer's brush slipped away to flow.
After writing everything down and closing the page, Meer thinks to the pretend.
- Yes, if I changed the journal description, what would happen to the future journal?
That was a little curious.
It's in front of you, still a beautiful journal and a bloodstained one. If these two books are the same thing, what happens if I rewrite them here?
Nowadays, Meer, who opened the Blood Dyeing Day Book,
"Become! What, this!
Unexpectedly, he gave a startling voice.
The letters in the diary twitch and distort, changing the writing. Where Meer rewrote earlier, she rewrites exactly as she did, plus the descriptions ahead of her are rewritten to match.
It also looks as if the future is going to change its writing….
- It doesn't just look that way, it's actually changing the future!
Meer noticed.
Installing Ludwig's cooperation and getting him to move early has made a huge difference in history.
- Could this be...?
Meer getting up and sitting right on the bed.
Then I turn the page that goes on with my sifting hand. A thin, sad sigh spilled out of Meer's mouth as she plugged into the last page of the diary.
- I can't believe it hasn't changed yet..., no.
The last statement, there, unchanged, foretold Meer's execution.
- How could you do this...
In despair, my eyes stain black. Such impatience burns my chest, like wanting to escape somewhere far before the tragic end.
- It's okay, it's okay. We still have time.
Once, I took a deep breath, calmed down, and then again, Meer rereads the diary.
There, Ludwig's cooperation was mounted and, although somewhat, in financial terms, improved, that alone wrote down a number of events that could not be changed.
Plagues in Imperial Glades (slums), ethnic minority insurgencies in peripheral areas, etc.
The problem was piling up.
Besides, we all couldn't see how it worked out for Meer.
- Shit, that's not good. I can't believe Ludwig complimented me if I'm on track!
With a cold water poured out of his head, Meer stood up bulky,
"Mr. Anne!
Towards his own exclusive maid, he exalted himself.
"I would love something sweet to make my head work better!
... that you can't afford it.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
"Nfu......"
Run, and I saw Meer with a grin, and Anne tilted her neck small.
"You're in a good mood, Mia."
"Oh? Do you understand?
Even when I got back to my room, Meer was in a good mood. I was in a super mood.
Whatever, those insidious glasses......, I got Ludwig to say "smart".
- Smart... he said I was smart. Nhhhhh
I guess you say how it feels to rise to heaven at times like this. Meer's tension was unlikely to change for a while.
"Oh, yeah. We have to write in our diary so that we don't forget what happened today to remember…"
Earlier, when Meer took the diary, she dived onto the bed.
I'll let my little body bounce off my fuzzy bed, and I'll roll around. Let's roll, let's roll.
The luxury bed is made of moonlight bird feathers that gently envelop Meer's body.
Meer buttered her legs like a tickle as she nodded her face at the fluffy blanket. The skirt in the room revealed a young lady's foot, and she was dressed without a slight flaw.
"Ugh, uh-huh"
"... Mia, I don't know..."
Wherever Anne's rhetoric blows, Meer smiles in a good mood.
"Ugh, I am Her Royal Highness Princess Meer of the wise Empire, right? There's nothing wrong with that."
Uhh! Words and deeds that might seem like things like that...... but Anne was looking at Meer with eyes that looked more like smiling things.
(I'm so glad you were praised by the man who gives you your thoughts!
Anne is Anne, because of her weird misunderstanding of Meer, rather, she feels like a sister watching her sister's first love..., and she feels tender.
Wouldn't that be a good example of how difficult it is to fix a button that has been misplaced once?
Aside from that, Meer writes a new letter in her diary as she bumps her leg.
The events from making Anne an exclusive maid to today will be spelled (cont 'd) while adding some foot color.
- Oh, my God! Am I talented in poetry and plays? I can't believe I could write so much!
I wonder how happy I was. Meer's brush slipped away to flow.
After writing everything down and closing the page, Meer thinks to the pretend.
- Yes, if I changed the journal description, what would happen to the future journal?
That was a little curious.
It's in front of you, still a beautiful journal and a bloodstained one. If these two books are the same thing, what happens if I rewrite them here?
Nowadays, Meer, who opened the Blood Dyeing Day Book,
"Become! What, this!
Unexpectedly, he gave a startling voice.
The letters in the diary twitch and distort, changing the writing. Where Meer rewrote earlier, she rewrites exactly as she did, plus the descriptions ahead of her are rewritten to match.
It also looks as if the future is going to change its writing….
- It doesn't just look that way, it's actually changing the future!
Meer noticed.
Installing Ludwig's cooperation and getting him to move early has made a huge difference in history.
- Could this be...?
Meer getting up and sitting right on the bed.
Then I turn the page that goes on with my sifting hand. A thin, sad sigh spilled out of Meer's mouth as she plugged into the last page of the diary.
- I can't believe it hasn't changed yet..., no.
The last statement, there, unchanged, foretold Meer's execution.
- How could you do this...
In despair, my eyes stain black. Such impatience burns my chest, like wanting to escape somewhere far before the tragic end.
- It's okay, it's okay. We still have time.
Once, I took a deep breath, calmed down, and then again, Meer rereads the diary.
There, Ludwig's cooperation was mounted and, although somewhat, in financial terms, improved, that alone wrote down a number of events that could not be changed.
Plagues in Imperial Glades (slums), ethnic minority insurgencies in peripheral areas, etc.
The problem was piling up.
Besides, we all couldn't see how it worked out for Meer.
- Shit, that's not good. I can't believe Ludwig complimented me if I'm on track!
With a cold water poured out of his head, Meer stood up bulky,
"Mr. Anne!
Towards his own exclusive maid, he exalted himself.
"I would love something sweet to make my head work better!
... that you can't afford it.
"Nfu......"Run, and I saw Meer with a grin, and Anne tilted her neck small."You're in a good mood, Mia.""Oh? Do you understand? Even when I got back to my room, Meer was in a good mood. I was in a super mood.Whatever, those insidious glasses......, I got Ludwig to say "smart".- Smart... he said I was smart. NhhhhhI guess you say how it feels to rise to heaven at times like this. Meer's tension was unlikely to change for a while."Oh, yeah. We have to write in our diary so that we don't forget what happened today to remember"Earlier, when Meer took the diary, she dived onto the bed.I'll let my little body bounce off my fuzzy bed, and I'll roll around. Let's roll, let's roll.The luxury bed is made of moonlight bird feathers that gently envelop Meer's body.Meer buttered her legs like a tickle as she nodded her face at the fluffy blanket. The skirt in the room revealed a young lady's foot, and she was dressed without a slight flaw."Ugh, uh-huh""... Mia, I don't know..."Wherever Anne's rhetoric blows, Meer smiles in a good mood."Ugh, I am Her Royal Highness Princess Meer of the wise Empire, right? There's nothing wrong with that."Uhh! Words and deeds that might seem like things like that...... but Anne was looking at Meer with eyes that looked more like smiling things.I'm so glad you were praised by the man who gives you your thoughts! Anne is Anne, because of her weird misunderstanding of Meer, rather, she feels like a sister watching her sister's first love..., and she feels tender.Wouldn't that be a good example of how difficult it is to fix a button that has been misplaced once?Aside from that, Meer writes a new letter in her diary as she bumps her leg.The events from making Anne an exclusive maid to today will be spelled cont 'd while adding some foot color.- Oh, my God! Am I talented in poetry and plays? I can't believe I could write so much!I wonder how happy I was. Meer's brush slipped away to flow.After writing everything down and closing the page, Meer thinks to the pretend.- Yes, if I changed the journal description, what would happen to the future journal?That was a little curious.It's in front of you, still a beautiful journal and a bloodstained one. If these two books are the same thing, what happens if I rewrite them here?Nowadays, Meer, who opened the Blood Dyeing Day Book,"Become! What, this! Unexpectedly, he gave a startling voice.The letters in the diary twitch and distort, changing the writing. Where Meer rewrote earlier, she rewrites exactly as she did, plus the descriptions ahead of her are rewritten to match.It also looks as if the future is going to change its writing.- It doesn't just look that way, it's actually changing the future!Meer noticed.Installing Ludwig's cooperation and getting him to move early has made a huge difference in history.- Could this be...?Meer getting up and sitting right on the bed.Then I turn the page that goes on with my sifting hand. A thin, sad sigh spilled out of Meer's mouth as she plugged into the last page of the diary.- I can't believe it hasn't changed yet..., no.The last statement, there, unchanged, foretold Meer's execution.- How could you do this...In despair, my eyes stain black. Such impatience burns my chest, like wanting to escape somewhere far before the tragic end.- It's okay, it's okay. We still have time.Once, I took a deep breath, calmed down, and then again, Meer rereads the diary.There, Ludwig's cooperation was mounted and, although somewhat, in financial terms, improved, that alone wrote down a number of events that could not be changed.Plagues in Imperial Glades slums, ethnic minority insurgencies in peripheral areas, etc.The problem was piling up.Besides, we all couldn't see how it worked out for Meer.- Shit, that's not good. I can't believe Ludwig complimented me if I'm on track!With a cold water poured out of his head, Meer stood up bulky,"Mr. Anne! Towards his own exclusive maid, he exalted himself."I would love something sweet to make my head work better! ... that you can't afford it.
